Page 23 of Double Dare

A meek nod is all I get as blush floods her cheeks. She tries to turn away to hide the embarrassment, so I reach down and squeeze her cheeks between my fingers.

“Never be ashamed of what you like. Own that shit and tell anyone who doesn’t like it to fuck off,” I snarl.

“It isn’t that,” she admits.

“Then what is it?”

“You. I shouldn’t like you, Adrian, and all the things you do to my body. I shouldn’t be questioning if I’ve been lied to about what’s wrong or right my whole life because whatever the fuck this is”—she motions between us—“feels good, but it’s so wrong.”

I kiss one bruised knee, loving the shades of purple and black already forming—just for me—and she turns to putty below me. “I told you, the bad side isn’t so bad.”

“I shouldn’t like this.”

“You shouldn’t, but you do.” I move to the other knee, letting my lips glide across the textured, damaged skin.

“I shouldn’t want you,” she moans.

“But you do.”

I move my hands from her legs and place them on her hips. Poking her entrance, I coat the tip of my dick in her arousal. Slowly, I push myself inside of her. Her walls squeeze me tightly with every inch I insert, and it takes everything in me not to come.

“I want to do bad things to you.”

She moans again, wiggling her ass so the rest of my dick slides inside. “You already have, and I don’t want you to stop.”

“It’s all deception, love. I give you just enough to want more, and pretty soon, you’ll be so sucked into the black hole I am you won’t be able to crawl out.”

She locks her ankles behind my head and brings her eyes to mine. “What if I don’t want to?”

I smile and lick my teeth. “Who said you had a choice?”

She gives me a smile of her own, and I see every bit of doubt, uncertainty, and fight melt away. She just signed her life over to me without even realizing it because now, I won’t let her go. She matches my crazy in her own way and keeps things interesting. She’s the push, and I’m the pull. We’re oil and water. Fire and gasoline. So fucking wrong for each other, but so perfectly right at the same time.

This isn’t love; it’s obsession, and now she’s mine forever.

Pulling out of her, I slam back in, never slowing until her cries to come fill my room.

“Come,” I demand, finally granting her pleas.

She shatters around me, her pussy clenching and squeezing, not wanting to let me go. My body tenses, and I fucking roar. My cum shoots inside of her, marking her insides as mine, just like the bruises on her ass and her knees.

* * *

I waited until she fell asleep to get up. For some reason unbeknownst to me, I couldn’t fucking leave. Whatever it was that just happened between us was different. She didn’t fight me; she accepted me and all the bad things I am.

And now, watching her sleep, I’m realizing the mistake I made. Dario handed me her life as payment. When he killed my runner because he refused to deal to him, the entire outskirts of Port Howe knew. If I let him get away without paying for his crime, I’ll be seen as weak, and with the Clarks already hustling in on our buyers, I can’t take that chance.

Turning away from Danica, I leave her asleep in my bed and start down the stairs. When I make it to the bottom, my dad is walking in the door.

“For fuck’s sake, son, put a shirt on.”

I roll my eyes. “My house, Pops, which means my rules. Did you get shit with the Clarks settled?”

He nods. “I met with Adam’s dad and gave him the rundown of what happened. He wasn’t happy, but my Desert Eagle made him realize now isn’t the time to start a war, and Leaon will be here within the hour to handle the alley. For now, it’s blocked off, and nothing has been leaked.”

“Thank you.” My father will be the only one worthy of an apology from me.

He shakes his head. “Don’t thank me. By killing one of their men, they’re on high alert now and know about the girl. It’s time to end this game and call Dario’s debt good. I can’t have you distracted when things get chaotic.”

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